let me love you {2} - stiles stilinski

church

I stand by Lydia, leaning against the Jeep. The Calaveras were letting us go. Apparently they wanted us to find Derek, the reason is unknown.

As Scott walks toward us, Stiles leaned off his Jeep and walked towards him. "So what now?"

"She thinks she knows where we can find Derek. She's giving us a guide." Scott explains.

As on cue, a motorcycle drives up to us. Before the helmet was taken off, I noticed brown hair and a leather jacket. Once she took off the helmet, I notice her darker complexion and a scar on her neck, a werewolf claw.

Before anyone asked any questions, Scott answered them. "Braeden."

I lean towards Lydia. "Who's Braeden?" I whisper.

"She's a mercenary." Lydia answers.

"Right now, I'm the only one who's going to take you to La Iglesia." She explains.

"The church?" I question.

She looks at me. "It's not a place you'll find God. Let's go."

We pile into Stiles's Jeep, Malia sitting in his trunk, looking over the seats. Kira sat to my right, behind Scott, and Lydia sat on my left, behind Stiles. We sped through the desert road, following Braeden. I couldn't imagine riding in motorcycle in this dust, but she was going for it. The car ride was quiet, no one wanting to say anything.

"Who's Kate?" Malia yells from the back.

"Allison's aunt." Scott starts. "She set the fire Hale house. And Peter Hale killed her with his claws. But he didn't. He turned her."

"So, she's a werewolf now?" Kira asks.

"I don't know." Scott says. "There's a saying, sometimes the shape you take reflects on the person you are."

"What kind of shape is a sociopathic bitch?" Lydia comments.

Suddenly the Jeep jerks to the side and it starts to slow down. We pull over and all pile out, looking for what the hell happened. Braeden turns around, circling to us.

"What happened?" She asks.

"I don't know." Stiles says. "It felt like was hit something."

"Scott, we need to get there by night." Braeden starts. "It's too dangerous otherwise."

I sigh, trying to think of a plan. "Scott go. Someone needs to find Derek." I say.

"Go find him. We'll think of something, we always do." Stiles says.

Scott nods and follows Braeden, getting in the motorcycle. Kira follows, saying goodbye to Scott, thinking it might be her last time. I look over to the Jeep, trying find something wrong. Maybe we ran something over? I crouch down, looking at each tire, looking for anything. But oddly enough, I find something lodged between the tire and the metal.

"Stiles." I reach in grabbing it out. It looked like a top of a spear, which was used in tribes. I stand handing it to him. "I think something hit us." Stiles grabs it, looking it over. He had a slight worried look on his face, pocketing it.

At least an hour passed. I sat on the ledge of the tire of the Jeep, watching Stiles work, and Lydia was in the other side, leaning against it. "Maybe we should just walk." She suggests.

Stiles takes the screwdriver from his mouth. "Hey, I will never abandon this Jeep. You understand me? Ever." He stands on the bumper, trying to lean in more.

Malia and Kira look around our surroundings, checking for threats. "Work faster Stiles." Malia says. We all look in the direction she was looking. I couldn't see anything. "There's something out here with us." Stiles glances at me before leaning back into his Jeep.

As the sky started to get darker, it became more cold and less visible. Malia and I switched, I was now looking for any threats while her and Lydia stood by the Jeep, trying to help Stiles anyway they could. Kira and I stood farther out, on lookout. I couldn't see much, we only had one flashlight and the Jeep's headlights weren't that helpful.

"Anything?" Kira asks.

I shrug. "It's too dark to see and we didn't bring other flashlight." Kira walks back focusing her sword on the head light. She bends the light, letting us see more than before.

"Did you see that?" She asks, and I look in the direction.

Behind a rock, I notice a figure couching behind it. Without thinking I run towards it, feeling my eyes glow. I hear Stiles call my name but I ignore him and run after it. After the light disappeared from Stiles's Jeep, I couldn't find it. I stop, looking in the darkness. Suddenly something jumps out from beside me and scratches my side, leaving a deep wound. Just like that, the figure disappeared, leaving me wounded and by myself. I turn around, trying to find my way to the Jeep and I see Kira walking towards me. She isn't looking in my direction, but I walk up to her. I step on a branch, it cracking. Kira jumps in my direction, almost cutting my head off.

"It's me!" I yell with my blood covered hands up and she lowers her sword.

"What happened?" She asks. "What's out there?"

"I don't know, but it cuts deep." I remove my hand from my bleeding cut and show her. "It's big and fast."

I put my hand back on and in the distance I hear the Jeep start. Kira and I follow the noise and reach the Jeep and we crawl in, me sitting in the passenger seat. Stiles puts it in drive and quickly speeds off, heading to Scott. I lean back in the seat in pain, my wound needing to heal.

"You- you. Please don't ever- ever do that again!" Stiles's voice was shaky, I could feel his nerves through the roof.

"Do what?" I question, finding nothing wrong with my actions.

"I-I thought you were running. I thought you just took off. I thought you were mad at me and ran- ran away." He says, his voice still a bit shaky.

"I-" stop myself before I say anything stupid. "I was running, yes. But not away. And yes, I'm pissed at you, but I wouldn't leave. I wouldn't leave you."

"Really? Because the cold shoulders and attitude told me otherwise." His voice calmed.

I sigh. "Fine Stiles, I would leave you, but me running out into the desert having no idea where I'm going, isn't smart for me. And I wouldn't leave them." I refer to the other three.

"What happened out there? Where does it hurt?" Stiles blankly asks. "You're in pain."

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." I say.

"Yes I do." Stiles states.

I turn to him and raise my voice. "No you don't! You chose not to. You made your stupid decision, so worry about your damn decision, and not about me." I slump back into my seat, crossing my arms.

The car goes awkwardly quiet. "Did- did he show you what I said at the party?" He says quietly.

Tears fall down my face. "No. Just what happened."

"Good. Because I take it back." He turns to face back at the road, pissed off.

The ride was silent. All you could hear was the sound of the Jeep's engine while Stiles sped. The town was ruined, every building collapsed. The only one that stood was a giant church. When we came to a stop, we all get out once we see Scott and Braeden helping someone. But it wasn't Derek, at least not the one that I knew. They had a boy, he looked to be about our age, maybe a bit younger. It was Derek Hale. Just not ours.